Coil

 

 

Talk over or ignore it at your peril,

This coil. It can only release once

Heightened to its tension. Only once

Strung to the epitome can it be

Fiercely unsprung. Curled up as tight

As a cryptid, hidden itself from truth,

Cave-dweller kept from discovery; its

Coiled tongue, rolled, rolled on itself,

Half fit to speak.

 

Talk over or ignore it at your peril,

This iron-tasting coil in my mouth:

For soon, I shall speak it out.

 

 

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